Anthony M. Rud

“ Holding him securely by neck and belt, Mitsui marched him to the doorway.
“Can I help you any?” I asked, anxious to see what disposition would be made of my captive.
“No; you stay,” retorted Mitsui, indicating the room by a jerk of his head. “We have a way”—and he stopped impressively, glaring at the prisoner—“a way of taking care of these fellows.” Then, with no more explanation, valet and captive vanished through the doorway, and I was left alone in my new quarters. ”

“ When I went back to the observation car he had decided upon a smoke at the same time. When I dropped the name of Tarrant I flattered myself that I did a good job of it, for I saw him no more.
“Mr. Trask! Mr. Selwyn Trask!” A boy in uniform passed near my table, and I beckoned to him. “Your car is waiting, sir,” said the page, “at the south entrance.”
I thanked him, and made my way up the single flight and out onto Jackson Boulevard. A single large limousine was at the curb, and in spite of the fact that I was prepared for any development, the big car gave me a thrill to my finger tips. ”

“ I thought to myself that Mitsui was going to make an odd valet, but I rather liked the situation. I felt instinctively that he knew his business and mine also, and that I could depend on him as far as I was willing to go with him. I look for more action from men who say little. ”